Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 42

Chapter 42

"Who gave you the guts to talk nonsense here!" A voice suddenly came from behind, scaring the help so much she immediately shut up.

No one recognized when Antony had returned. His gaze was cold as he said, "You have forgotten the rules of the Evans family? No one bothers to control you?"

Fear appeared on the help's face. She quickly explained, "Mr. Antony, we were wrong. We don't dare to talk nonsense anymore..."

"Listen up!" Antony said impatiently, "Crystal is the daughter of the Evans family. How can you

servants talk about her like this? It's not your place to discuss our family's business! If I hear it the next time, you'll all be fired!"

"Yes, yes, sir. We'll keep it in mind. Please calm down, sir!"

"F*ck off!" Antony growled.

The staff ran away as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Antony looked at Crystal's thin figure, feeling so uncomfortable.

If this girl argued about how bad the Evans family had treated her and she wanted a house and a car as compensation, he might replace an excuse to persuade himself to hate her. But the little girl just knelt there without saying a word. It made him feel uncomfortable.

"You don't need to kneel here for so long." Antony walked into the ancestral hall. "Big Brother went to the grand opening of a new store today. Second Brother has an interview at the TV station. I don't think they will come back."

"Okay, I got it." Crystal still looked at the ancestral tablet and did not look back.

Antony walked up to her. "That's your reaction?"

Crystal was puzzled. "Then what kind of reaction should I have?"

Antony was speechless.

He didn't want to come today, but in the end, he couldn't control himself and came here.

Antony felt that he must have been out of his mind as he always felt that Crystal was pitiful. If he didn't come, the girl would bear a lot of hurt. She was naive and stupid, and she always made people worry about her.

"The Evans family intends to let you marry Harold tonight. Aren't you scared?"

Of course, Crystal wasn't scared. The scene of the underworld wedding in a horror TV series

appeared in her mind. "They won't let me marry a rooster, will they?"

Antony had no idea. That hag of the White family had always been decisive. It could be possible that Crystal would have to marry a rooster. After all, Harold White was dead, and she couldn't just take his corpse out to get married. It would be so scary!

"It's possible, but don't be afraid. The rooster is not a dead corpse. It won't bully you."

"I was pecked by a rooster when I was a child," said Crystal.

In the past, when she was feeding chickens, the big rooster always pecked at her, but her family did

not care about it.

It would be great if Master White could come. He was so good-looking, so marrying him would be much better than marrying a rooster.

"If you're so scared, why don't you resist? I can tell you that after the wedding, you won't even have time to regret it. You'll be a widow for the rest of your life," Antony said. Crystal said seriously, "I won't be a widow!"

Antony thought that he seemed to have aroused her fighting spirit. Just as he was about to compliment her attitude, the girl continued, "I want to be a happy little foodies." Antony was speechless.

They were born from the same mother. How could she be this stupid?

"Do I not need to come back here after I've got my name in the family record?" Crystal said, "I feel that the Evans family needs me to do this."

Antony had an unspeakable feeling. He patted the girl's little head gently, "Nonsense. You are Miss Crystal of the Evans family. This is your home. You are welcomed any time you want to come home."

"No, in fact, I'm not welcomed here at all, and you don't like me. I can see that everyone seems to dislike me."